It's either, something in their eyes or something in the drink

But whatever it is, they both stop and think

There's no going back and nothing above

It's lust and loneliness, but never love She takes a breath as he takes his keys

First name terms is the extent of it

There's no getting out as they're going in

But by tomorrow, they both will begin To regret and renege on a bond they have struck

A small price to pay and casual luck

Some lose nothing, some lose a lot

Whatever we have is all we have got He takes her hand and leads to the room

In half light and silence for their clothes to remove

There's doubt in her mind but hope in her heart

That this last one of many, may be the start So they wriggle and writhe for an hour or two

But time has no place when two are consumed

They moan and they gasp but they don't really speak

As no conversation could fit this scene And tomorrow as always, always comes

As she slips away, he still dumb

He felt the urge just as she felt the need

Now the need to get out, still carrying his seed Which trickles down her leg onto her shoe

Onto the pavement, then out of view

Into the gutter, down to a drain

Joining a river, there to remain There's no going back and there's nothing above

It's lust and loneliness that drives us along

It's lust and loneliness, but it's seldom love